Yesterday, we went to a campground for some roasted hotdogs, a fire and relaxing atmosphere. Within five minutes of arriving, I was stung by a bee. I know about the bee problem and how we should never kill them but as they say in Texas, "He needed killin'."
Bees are wonderful creatures so long as they're not attempting to infiltrate your body with venom by using your skin as a pin cushion. Because that hurts! A lot! Bees, wasps, yellow jackets, firecrackers… anything that is going to attempt to bring great pain by attacking me will be met with "fire and fury", the likes of which the world has never seen.
That has a resounding ring to it. It seems oddly familiar. I'm sure it will come to me. I'll need to be careful not to provoke the little creatures. After all, they're just protecting themselves, right? If I were a bee I would sting me too. Um let me think this through… why would I ever want to sting myself?
The only scenario I can imagine that would result in such obvious self inflicted pain and then death would mean I would need to have multiple personality disorder. Gut check… Yep, definitely a possibility. Well most of us agree.
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